The day started well....breakfast with 2 from Uraguay, one from France, one German, Gizzla, one Italian and moi. I said I was from Australia and everyone went Ooooh....you are like Steve Urwin and Crocodile Dundee...tough!!! ha ha.
At the moment I am on my knees again and stiff and sore again. Walked 17 kms and am now in a plush alberque somewhere...cant remember.. had dinner tonight with the hilarious Frenchman, Jacque, who kept fanning me with his serviette to keep me awake. He said we will sing so I said, Yes we will sing Frere Jacque.
Gizzla is a riot after one glass of vino tinto and we had a good laugh. The senorita of the House here was not impressed with my smears of chocolate on my Pilgrim passport and Gizzla kept reminding me about it. Cant take me anywhere....
Tomorrow we plan to walk the first 12kms up another mountain of the next stage and my plan is to get the bus into Burgos. However, that was my plan this morning and we waited one hour for the bus and gave up and started walking....and you guessed it, 10 minutes up the road the bus came....Ah well another Camino lesson learned......
A wierd thing is happening....I tell these people, who I have never met who mainly cant speak English, my funny stories and experiences and they crack up laughing....I speak with my International language of a bit of this and a bit of that and lots of gesticulations and they somehow get the meaning of what I am telling them.....it is wierd....but I am loving it..... I have found my sense of humour again.......
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Hi Sista,
Your travel tales and writing are wonderful to read. What an amazing journey you are on! You should write a book when you get home. Keep well, thinking of you! All my love Irene xxxxxx
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